Chapter 813 Sacrifice, Loyalty, Faith

The German army, which was extremely overwhelmed by the Soviet "Plate Armored Commandos", was not stubborn. Even the loud-speaker fools in the rear preached racism and the distinction between superior and inferior ethnic groups, and blood was shed on the front lines. The fighting German soldiers will not pay attention to these idiotic remarks.

As long as the Russian equipment is useful, I will capture it and use it.

Whether it is T34, KV, Bobosha, SVT-40, or Soviet plate armor, front-line German troops who can get good equipment have never hesitated to use it directly to seize it for use. The plate armor body armor that plays an extremely important role in close combat and life-saving in street fighting is worn by German assault machine gunners, which is the best proof.

The result of superimposing two steel plates on the upper body is the amazing defensive power it brings.

The Soviet guard troops that were constantly coming to support had not thought about knocking off these two troublesome "big guys", but the Bobosha submachine gun, which was almost exclusively equipped for close combat purposes, had now become the most critical problem.

Although the 62X25mm Tokarev pistol bullet is very powerful, its penetration is still too weak as a round-nose pistol bullet. The final effect of hitting the two layers of SN-42 plate armor body armor was only a bunch of golden sparks. The German machine gunner, who was grinning and was hit by the impact of the bullet, retreated repeatedly, was able to do it again after a while. Continue to raise the gun.

The MG15 75-round capacity drum, specially developed for portability, gives the MG34 extremely strong maneuverability.

There is no need for German assault machine gunners dragging long bullet chains to vent their firepower as much as they can. They roam around and attack, step by step, and constantly establish new fire suppression points to advance steadily. Immediately after firing a drum, a teammate carrying a large amount of ammunition handed over a brand new fully filled drum. The firepower was very sustained and was enough to suppress the Bobosha submachine gun of the Soviet guards.

There is no doubt now that this elite German assault unit was fully prepared with the idea of ​​​​devouring the entire 62nd Army Headquarters in one breath. These equipment were tailor-made for close assault warfare. The configuration is not what ordinary German field troops have at all.

"Attack! Move forward!"

Not only were they caught off guard, they were also specifically targeted in terms of equipment. The Red Army soldiers of the guard force were knocked to the ground and lying in a pool of blood in the underground tunnel corridors and behind the bunker. There were almost corpses piled on top of each other.

In stark contrast, the extremely powerful German army suffered only single-digit casualties. The entire assault was fast and swift, without any sloppiness at all. It was as sophisticated and sophisticated as the anti-terrorism special forces of later generations who had been specially trained by CQC. skilled.

Of course, the word "like" does not mean that this group of German soldiers really received special street fighting and indoor CQC training. In the final analysis, it was the cruel Stalingrad battlefield that forced people to be like this.

Survival of the fittest eliminates all rookies and unqualified ones, and those who survive can only be the top street fighting experts and experienced hunters. In cruel street fighting under actual combat conditions, there will never be the possibility of those who do not live up to their reputation to fish in troubled waters.

Those who can survive in this hell are elites.

Chuikov, who was blocked at the end of the tunnel, could hear the sound of gunfire and explosions coming closer and closer.

Realizing that the situation no longer allowed him to delay any longer, Chuikov immediately instructed his entourage to pack up the necessary equipment and documents and evacuate the group army headquarters through the back door in an attempt to get rid of the entanglement of this group of elite German troops. If this situation continues, even if more If you delay for a minute or two, you may be completely trapped by the German army and unable to move.

"Comrade Commander, you and your people should retreat first! I will lead my people to stop those Germans, and let me take command here!"

At the extremely critical moment, the one who stepped forward was still Commander Ruolu Jeff, who had been scolded by Chuikov just now.

Division Commander Ruoludev, who holds the rank of major general, could have completely retreated with Chuikov, but from the face of this division commander whose face was covered with blood and stains of war, what Chuikov read was the kind of close comrade-in-arms who was by his side. The resolute expression after all the comrades passed away.

"Comrade Commander, the 37th Guards Division is still fighting. We will abide by orders and never retreat, but most of the commanders and soldiers of the division have died."

The words spoken by Master Zoludev himself a few minutes ago were still echoing in Chuikov's ears. What Master Zoludev had planned at this point was now so obvious that no further explanation was needed.

"Comrades, follow me! Stop those fascist lackeys and buy time for the comrade commander and the headquarters to retreat! Everyone, follow me!"

In the end, what was left to Chuikov was the resolute figure of Commander Ruo Ludev who waved his hand and rushed to the battle with his entourage.

"Concentrate your firepower! We are almost there, only the last section of tunnel is left!"

"Grenade, I'm out of grenades! Give me a spare grenade!"

"The machine guns are moving, the Russians are out of strength! Hurry up!"

The last line of defense composed of the remnants of the guard company of the 62nd Army Headquarters and the entourage of Division Commander Zholujev still held on. The Germans, who were already red-eyed, threw the M24 grenades in their hands as if they were free of money.

The temporary bunker composed of overturned tables and various wooden furniture could not withstand such ferocious firepower. The explosion after putting a fragmentation sleeve on the M24 grenade warhead had extremely strong anti-infantry power.

The soldiers, division staff, liaison officers, and guards around him continued to fall one after another. Division Commander Ruolujiev, who had no time to care about how many comrades were left around him, leaned on the bunker behind him and charged for the Bobosha in his hand. The gun was quickly replaced with a fully loaded drum.

He leaned out again and was about to shoot. The German machine gunner lying behind the iron cabinet more than 20 meters away instantly pulled the trigger in his hand with an even faster reaction.

The barrage of MG34 machine guns maintained at the maximum rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute by the adjusting bolt came all over the place. Commander Ruolujev, who was unable to dodge, was hit by nearly ten full-power Mauser rounds in an instant and fell backwards in a pool of blood. The Bobosha submachine gun in his hand fell to the ground, he let go and slid back a full four or five meters away.

"Cough cough cough"

Chun Chun's blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth and between his teeth, filling his entire mouth with the taste of rust. Commander Ruolu Jeff, who could not die on the spot but still had his last breath, pulled out the pistol from his waist with difficulty and raised his hand to aim. He knew the direction in which the German army was about to appear and prepared to make a last-ditch effort before his consciousness completely dissipated.

Unexpectedly, after a violent explosion sounded from behind the German army, a familiar and exciting Russian roar filled the entire underground tunnel and echoed endlessly.

"The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, Ula!"